I'm miles from dandelion afternoons;
My life and lawn are manicured.
The world spins submissively atop a plate,
Ready for my consumption
In one minute and thirty.
I haven’t felt hungry in years;
I’ve long devoured my desires.
I can no longer hear God
For I’ve eaten Him, too.
For I’ve eaten Him, too.
How beautiful. Love this.
ReplyDeleteThis is really thought provoking. I read 'dandelions' as wild and unkept but free and that now in comparison 'life and lawn' is manicured, neat and kept and how people expect it to be but not necessarily 'free'. Just my interpretation but I love the comparison you've made :)
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